Wishful Thinking

“Look toward heaven and count the stars” (Genesis)

Twinkle twinkle little star-

Abraham's wish weighs his will into the dust of the earth,

a burden of expectations, promises and pledges

awaiting four millenia of worry

where wishes squeeze their presence into

crevices of consecrated prayer,

stars seem so far away, untouchable,

the dust is home-from dust you come and to dust you return

but the stars merely twinkle in cold, callous reaches of circling constellations

“I will make your offspring as the dust of the earth”(Genesis)

That's more like it! That rings true-

and so we worry on a particle of dust,

knowing that multitudes -beyond counting or measurement,

will enfold our  being buried below

and  the offspring of our lives-dreams, thoughts,  laughter and loves,

will  float through the void,

stardust- that's all that  remains,

“a haunting melody of love's refrain.” (Hoagy Carmichael)